If i picked up every tear i ever cried for you, i could drown you in my sorrows.

It's like everyone around me is falling in love
and it's the jealousy destroying me.

&& The Ghost Of My Smile Is Haunting Me, But Nothing Will Bring It Back From The Dead

He's had my heart all this time
And now he just has to stop it from beating
And break it, and end it
Cos if he loves me, he'll understand
Why i cant stay any longer

You can tell me you love me
But theyre only f u c k i n g words
They won't make the pain go away

I talk a lot, but I don't say much...
I analyse it all but it doesn't really matter, because
If i can't say those 3 words, then i don't deserve you to listen to me...

[ I could write a love letter, seal it with a kiss. Instead i write your name with mine, deep into my wrist ]

Love is suicide. You give your heart away, and it beats no more. The pain slowly kills you and the blood stops flowing. I'm cynical, but it's true.

He was perfect... from the moment I saw him I knew he was my Romeo.But when I turned around, I saw him kiss his Juliet. And so I fell from that balcony, hard and fast, nobody there to catch me. I don't just mean metaphorically.

Love: keeps me smiling through the bad times, making me cry during the good times, just because i want to share them with him